Courtney and Elle

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between young adult women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18, do not read it.

Courtney and Abby

Courtney McKay was preparing to leave her position with her law firm in a few days. She was twenty-nine and she was very ambitious. She knew exactly what she wanted and how to achieve it. Her father was wealthy, and he gave her a gift of $750,000 and a loan of $750,000 and a $1,000,000 line of credit to start a new firm. Courtney didn't plan on tapping the line of credit, but it gave her a good feeling that the money was there if she needed it.

Courtney was bringing another rich and beautiful young attorney with her, Susan Levinson, with her. Susan had many wealthy contacts and another $750,000 to contribute to the founding of the firm. The two would not take a salary for six months but the plan was to be a normal business in a year: an office and full salaries and bonuses for all involved. Her firm let her and Susan take seven of their best clients with them, and promised to refer clients her way that really belonged with a small firm. All she had to do was execute her business and she and her partner knew how to do that better that anyone, frankly, in her "old boy network" law firm.

She had her sights set on two women to run the office. A terrific paralegal, Pam Johnston, was currently with a competitor. Pam would start at a salary of $50,000 and would, in addition to her paralegal duties, answer the phones and make photocopies as the business got going. Of course, Pam would eventually move into purely legal work as her the office got busy.

The other female was an ambitious high school senior, Elle Abernathy, whom she had known was a lesbian for years. Elle was a top student and a real go getter, just like her new boss. She planned on going to USD and to double major in history and Spanish (which she already spoke). She would then go on to law school, grades permitting, just like her mentor.

She would come in at 2:30 every day and answer the phones and do whatever it took to ensure the success of the firms. Before 2:30 they would have someone from the temp agency fill in.

Courtney loved talking and flirting with Elle. They were both lesbians, both beautiful. Courtney was always dressed and coiffed magnificently, and Elle seemed to follow her lead. She was the best dressed student at Roosevelt High in San Diego, CA. Of course, Susan was gay also, and came from a very strong (and wealthy) family. Pam was happily married to an engineer and had no kids, an advantage as Courtney viewed it.

The big day came when Courtney left her firm. It was a Friday, and she spent a good bit of the afternoon on the phone with her seven clients and in the offices of her colleagues. She was leaving on good terms with everyone and was ready to the following Monday hang out her shingle as McKay and Levinson, attorneys at law.

Her boss, Linda, called her into her office. When Courtney sat down, she handed her an envelope: there was $100,000 check made out to "McKay and Levinson, LLC".

"Shit," said a shocked Courtney. "I don't know what to say, except thank you. Wow."

"When great lawyers leave to start their own firms, we've traditionally given them $50,000. We more than make up for it in referrals. Odds are that you two ladies are going to kill it, and we'd love to stay close to you. Besides, you're being a Lesbian-owned firm gives you a strong niche that you can dominate. We'll stay in the tech industry, so we believe a lot of business will go back and forth between our firms. Wouldn't you agree."

"That's my vision for the firm," said Courtney. "It seems like we're in alignment."

"Oh yes, we're definitely in alignment," said Linda. "And, you know I'll always have an open door for you, Court."

"Well, you've been a mentor for me," said Courtney. "And I still love you."

"Lock the door my love," said Linda.

"Gladly," said Courtney. Courtney came around the desk and kissed her warmly and oh so slowly on the lips. There were few people left in the office on Friday at 6:15, but Linda put her phone on "busy" for propriety's sake. She and Courtney quickly got naked and moved to the leather luxury divan (with a back that wrapped half-way around it, keeping one end conveniently open) in the large office. They quickly fell into a lover's embrace, kissing each other's face hungrily, massaging the tits and the ass.

As Linda laid prostrate on the couch, Courtney keenly remembered the many times the two powerful attorneys had used it. She pulled Linda up to her knees and went straight for her pussy.

"How many lesbian sluts have used this couch?" Courtney wondered.

Like two well-oiled machines, they made love. On and on they travelled the well-worn yet delightfully new road to orgasm. Neither of them wanted to stop the kissing, the licking of their beautiful bare cunts. The intense grabbing of breasts, the tongues reaching for the womb, the fervent reaching for the lover lips; it was the most natural thing in the world and bonded them like never before. It was like Courtney was never leaving the firm.

*****

They were not the first lesbian-owned law firm in San Diego, but they planned to be the best. That first week was kind of slow for the ladies of McKay and Levinson, but they had expected it and they rejoiced that they were starting something new. On Friday they went down the street to a local restaurant and celebrated.

The four of them raised a glass or two of their favorite beverages and there were great feelings all around. Towards the end of the evening, it was just Elle and Courtney as Susan and Pam had other engagements. Courtney had kept her calendar open wanting to spend some one-on-one time with Elle. After a couple of drinks, Elle was hanging on to every word from Courtney.

"So, how do you like it so far?" asked Courtney.

"It's just what I expected, a lot of blocking and tackling as we work to get your office set up," said Elle. "But the spirit in the office is just, just− so much fun. I can hardly describe it.

"Our office," corrected Courtney.

"Our office," repeated Elle.

"There are monthly and annual bonuses for you and Pam, and from what I see, you'll both be racking them up. We're a team, and I love how it's going so far. You know, I love your quiet joking; it just adds something to the spirit of the place."

"That sounds nice," said Elle. "You know, that's just the way I am when there are no clients."

"It's really appreciated. So, on another topic, tell me, how is your social life?" asked Courtney. "There must be lots of baes trying to hit on you at Roosevelt."

"For sure, there are," said Elle. "But I keep it to the minimum. Honestly, I don't want to get entangled in anything that will distract me from my dream job."

Courtney took a quick look around the restaurant. It was 8:30ish and there were only a couple diners left, paying them no mind.

She put her right hand on Elle's leg and moved it up close to her sex, massaging the young woman's upper thigh slowly.

"You know, I see a lot of myself in you. I need someone I can absolutely trust," said Courtney. "Someone who will always be straight with me and go the distance."

"That's me, I think," said Elle earnestly. Elle looked at her, not shying away from the high-powered attorney. "I'm your girl. Someone you can count on, always. I'm out to my family and I think my mom's gay. They love that I'm with you."

"You don't know how good that sounds, Elle," said Courtney. Her hand had reached Elle's pussy and pulled aside her sopping wet panties to her sex. Courtney breathed in her essence, and she was flooded with lust from her tippy toes to her beautiful blond hairy head.

Elle was shaven, something Courtney truly appreciated greatly. With her bare ring finger, she kept the panties off to the side while she started to play with Elle's cunt. Soon she had achieved penetration and began to gently jill the precocious lass. To the restaurant staff it just looked like a serious TÊTE-a-TÊTE that two female patrons were having.

"Oh my god Courtney, do me," Elle whispered. "Oh, please fuck me, Courtney." Elle pleaded. She parted her legs and relaxed in her chair. Courtney picked it up a little, her eyes scanning the restaurant. They were in a semi-private dining area, somewhat secluded from the rest of the patrons. Courtney kept jilling her, now with her thumb flicking her clitoris also. In and out, up and down.

"You are going to be the next Courtney my dear," said her mentor, quietly by intensely. "Just follow me, baby. We'll go places and it will be so much fun to go with you."

Courtney then reached in to kiss her, and Elle was very aggressively covering her face and mouth with appreciative kisses.

"God," thought Elle. "She tastes so good and smells better. I think I'm in love with my boss. Hmmmm."

"Oh, I love making love to you, honey," said Courtney. "C'mon now girl, get it. Get it for me. Cum for me Elle baby." They continued to sit very close to one another. Their waiter started walking toward them but thought better of it. He'd seen that situation before. He went back to counting napkins.

Elle started to cum and squeezed Courtney hand to her vagina with her left hand. Her right hand grabbed hold of Courtney's left arm and was squeezing the biceps.

"That's it. Cum for mama."

Elle coughed and then started to laugh and pulled Courtney out of her cunt. ''Enough baby," she said. "Can we go to your house or somewhere." She had a wild look in her eyes.

Courtney bowed her head and laughed. "I think you passed the test with flying colors," she said. "Let's sit back and have the rest of our drinks and then we'll get out of here."

*****

They took both cars less than a mile to Courtney's condo. When they stepped inside Courtney grabbed Elle and the two picked up where they left off, right in her foyer. Kissing and finding each other's pussy, they both began to frig the other.

"This is much better, don't you think?" asked Courtney.

"Of course, my love. Not that that wasn't the most exciting thing I've done, right there in the restaurant," exclaimed Elle. "You should have seen the look on our waiter's face. Priceless."

"Can you take three fingers, baby doll?" asked Courtney.

"Please do," said Elle. "How about you?"

"Go for it," said Courtney. They were still in the foyer, doing what girls do. Kissing, hugging, grabbing ass, grabbing tits. It was terribly exciting for both.

"Right there. Goddam it, that's so good," said Courtney. "Aaah, do me like you mean it."

"Ah, I've got the tingle. I'm cumming," said someone. Everything was happening so fast. They were animals, tigers in heat.

"Get it girlfriend, get it for me," said Elle.

Courtney sobbed with delight, lost in the canyons of orgasms. "Here it comes. Oh, it's a big one," said Courtney. She grabbed ahold of Elle like she was a child who had gone overboard and was now saved. Courtney froze as wave after wave of orgasm passed through her being.

"Get it, c'mon get it for me girlfriend," said Elle. "That's my girl, my baby girl." Courtney was convulsing, and it made Elle smile to herself. It made her proud to see and feel her boss cumming and she kept jilling her boss evenly, smoothly, with great energy.

"Damn, these older women can really cum," she thought. "I can only wonder what it's like to be her."

Courtney fell to the floor at Elle's feet, surprising her erstwhile assistant cum lover where she stayed for a minute, recovering.

"I can spend the night," said Elle. It made Courtney laugh; she read her mind. "And she's only been with me for a week!"

She stood up, rearranged her clothing, and said to Elle: "Can I get you something to drink." They both fell to laughing and proceeded to the modest yet new and shiny kitchen, arm in arm.

"You may be my best friend," said Courtney. "You're certainly my lover. It is hard to conceive of you as seventeen."

*****

Elle's hair was truly blond, and thick, and her hairline was somewhat lower down on her brow. There was so much of it she merely cut it herself occasionally, focusing on her bangs and giving her a completely natural look. She had her mother cut it to length in the back. She had an athlete's body with average breasts, but it all fit together so magnificently. Tan with full lips and blue eyes− if she were transported to New York, she could find work as a model. But she liked her chances in California, and only gave the glamor of modelling a passing thought. She liked to think of herself as a regular gal. She had her sights set on a history and Spanish double major at USD when she graduated high school. Then, on to law school like her mentors. Alas, she was the total package, desirable by everyman. Like so many beauties before her, she loved women.

Courtney had gloriously full dishwater blonde hair. As happens with many women, their blonde hair of youth slowly darkens as they pass into their thirties. Her head was large and her jawline strong, which gave her a little of the "horsey" look that Donald Trump found intimidating. She had a slim body, thanks mainly to her mother who maintained a 36-24-36 figure into her sixties. Her seemingly enhanced lips were a "wow" factor, and her countenance was at once stunning and, shall we say, intimidating, especially to rival attorneys.

The two girls opted for hot chocolate. Courtney was in a "gay" mood and fed her drink to Elle and vice versa. Whipped cream and special dark chocolate sauce both ended up the girls' noses. So cute, so gay.

Courtney had recovered from her bangin' orgasm and she took Elle to bed.

She let Elle look around her room while she went to the potty. Elle stood staring at Courtney and two other women in the biggest pic on her wall. Elle asked about it and Courtney told her that the girl on her left is her sister and the one on the right was Beth, the love of her life. Beth who died from breast cancer two years ago. Beth was 27, two years younger that Courtney, at the time of her death.

She went fast, way too fast, and left Courtney with an emptiness that she filled with work.

"Oh, come here," said Elle. "Fuck cancer, shit." The two hugged and she could tell that Courtney was clearly not over her.

Courtney didn't say anything; she didn't have to.

Eventually, Courtney relaxed the embrace but, hanging onto Elle, she searched her face and searched her eyes. She could tell she really cared. She kissed her long and deeply. They both felt the electricity passing from one to the other.

"Elle, honey, you've really touched me," said Courtney. "I'm still not over Beth and you recognized that in me. Every other girl I've had in the last couple years only wanted to get into my shorts or my money or both, it seems. I feel kind of bad about our age gap."

"Cancer took another beautiful and irreplaceable woman from all of us," whispered Elle. "But as for the age gap, I say we do nothing about if tonight. Let come what may and let's not push too hard, either one of us."

"That sounds right, I think," said Courtney. "Now, where were we."

The two were already in their lingerie. Courtney had a matching red bra and panties set and Elle had on blue. They came together, kissing and feeling the ass of the other. The panties felt good to them, as each continued the fingering that had been going on all evening. Elle reached with her left hand and took Courtneys breast through the bra. It was perfection. At the same time, Courtney was enamored of her partners ass; so tight, so great to have both hands on and squeeze to your hearts content.

Even though Courtney was twelve years older, Elle was not daunted. She had grown out of the high school girls she dated in the past and was making it around the San Diego's twenty and even thirty something circles, slowly but surely. She loved doing the thirty-year-olds because there was little they hadn't seen and they loved doing her because she was young and fresh and oh so hot. Her mother knew what she was doing and trusted Elle's instincts− if she told her about it afterward. Besides, her mother had come out to her recently and they had been doubling with some great mother-daughter fillies.

So, even though she followed Courtney's lead, it was so natural, and she held her own with the twenty-nine-year-old. She was a dream girl to Courtney, so moldable, yet so confident. She was an absolute lesbian and had all the social and sexual instincts. She could easily see Elle and her as a couple, having great sex with other couples. Frankly, better than Beth. Yes, her mind went there, and oh what a trip for the powerful attorney.

Still standing, Elle removed Courtney's top and her bikini bottom and Courtney did the same. They stepped back and observed one another, and it took their breath away.

"Damn, you're fucking hot girlfriend, said Cu Elle did a pirouette and Courtney did the same and they loved loved loved what they saw and felt and they fell onto the bed. Courtney placed Elle in the middle and asked her,

"Have you been fucked with a strapon darling?"

"Many times. And fucked lassies as well, a lot. I love giving and receiving."

"My kind of girl," said Courtney. "We're going to have F.U.N. tonight baby girl. Hey, what's your listening pleasure?"

"Say, when I'm fucking, I love pussy tunes," said Elle. "Do you have any?"

"Do I have any?" laughed Courtney. "How about this?"

She dialed up iTunes music and went to her "other" folder. She plugged the iPhone into her sound system and hit play. The list was forty some odd song long and it auto shuffled for listener's pleasure. The first tune was "Pussy Vortex" which was actually new to Elle, but she loved loved the strange song. Courtney turned it up to "8" and they were ready to fly.

"I almost forgot," said Courtney. "Got to have some weed before great sex. Doctor's orders."

"Ha ha," laughed Elle. "C'mon, give me some ganga you bad girl."

With the tunes booming, Courtney lit up a joint. She took two quick hits and passed it to Elle who did the same. Both women were very smooth with the joint, another thing Courtney was surprised by. She loved this girl. There's be so little she would have to teach her, about being wlw.

Courtney, as you can imagine, was a natural topgurl. She loved giving others pleasure, and she loved directing traffic. She reached into her bedside table and retrieved her an eight-inch strapon. It was kinda fat; six inches around, Elle guessed. It had a smooth purple finish: none of that male stuff. In fact, although she had seen enough men in porn, she was in fact a Gold Star sapphic, as was Elle. They were unsullied by men.

It was clean and Courtney licked it lasciviously, slowly, watching Elle's reaction. She put it in Elle's mouth for her to do the same. She then lubed it up and and spread the lube around Elle's cunt, inside and out. Elle was very wet from their previous activities she knew that that was obvious to Courtney. There would be no problem taking the strap.

Courtney lined up the strap with Elle's hole and pushed it in a bit. Elle was already comfortable; it was just how she liked to take things, nice and slow. At least at the start.

"Come on baby, give it to me," cried Elle. "Gimme that cock."

"Here it comes," said Courtney. "Ask, and you shall receive."

"May I please have your cock, baby?"

Courtney pushed it into the hilt and proceeded to fuck her slowly but savagely. She was pulling out to three-quarters length and then pushing it home, slowly, strongly. Elle couldn't believe what a good fucker her new boss was. Her fragrance filled her up; whatever it was was sweet as hell.

"Ahh, that's it," groaned Elle. " She was rising to meet her partner's thrusting. Every so often, when Courtney leaned toward her, she rose up and kissed her lover, thanking her, acknowledging her, loving her.

Courtney was in no hurry. Unlike a guy who might cum after two minutes of fucking his girl, the star attorney felt no pressure. She liked that and used the time to chat with her gurl.

"How ya doin' Ms. Hot Pants," said Courtney. "You likin' my strap?"

"I'm loving your strap, boss," said Elle. "It's so fucking good. Keep doing, whatever you're doing honey."

"When we're alone together, call me something other than boss," said Courtney. Beth used to call me, along with a bunch of other stuff, "Colleen," which is a name, obviously, but it also meant hot and fuckable young girl. She also called me Nancy."

"I like those," said Elle. "Oh, right there...keep doing that...In addition to whore, slut, fucking lesbian bitch, cunt. Hee hee. What's your name for me?"

"What do you want to be called," said Courtney. "In addition to dyke, baby gurl, baby doll ha ha. I'm thinking of calling you "Crush." Cuz, I got a crush on you, girlfriend."

"Aww, that's so sweet," said Elle. "Ahhh, Ahhh. You can call me that for sure. Ohhh. 100%." There was a pace to the talking and the fucking that they grooved on and again, Elle surprised Courtney by adjusting so quickly.

"Oooh, you're going so deep," said Elle. "Try going deeper; see if I can take it." Courtney adjusted the strapon around her belly and then went deeper.

"Aaah, that's it Nancy, nice and deep," said Elle.

"You like that, dontcha," said Courtney. "You're gonna get it for me. You're going to cum like never before." She renewed her steady thrusting, going deeper, deeper.

"Man, this girl can take it," thought Courtney. "I hope she sticks around for a while. She's got me feeling like I'm twenty again."

Elle started to get a tingle. It started in her pelvis and spread throughout her upper legs and consumed her. A fire that ignited her passions, and she rose to fuck Courtney back. It had been a long time since Courtney saw that much passion from a lover.

"My god, fuck," said Courtney. "My crush has me coming too." The two comely beauties started to fuck like never before. Something had inspired them; Courtney wished they could capture the feeling and sell it at Macy's. It would drive sapphics crazy all over the world.

Courtney said, "Get on your knees." She withdrew from her cunt and gave her a tap on the legs and Elle, at one in the morning Elle jumped to the doggie position and Courtney entered her from behind. Now she really had leverage and she grabbed Elle's ass and was slapping her, riding the pony to paradise. With her left had she continuously grabbed at that perfect ass while slapping her with her right hand. Elle loved it.

"I'm cumming," cried Elle. "Cumming so good. Oooh, Ah, Oooh."

"I am too Crush," said Courtney. "I am too." The slapping sound of Courtney's mons on Elle's ass sound filled their ears, their consciousness. It's all they could do to stay on the bed.

"I can't take it anymore," admitted Elle. She fell forward onto the bed, with Courtney right behind her, still inside her.

They laid on the bed, Courtney head whispering loving sounds to Elle that had a musical quality. Elle received her sweet nothings, but was in another place, far far away. Yet she heard and felt Courtney, and she was in love like never before.

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